Stranger (13 page)
“Aaaahhhhhhh!!” The scream escapes him as I feel the hot cum spirting in my mouth. He holds me still and tenses buried deep in my mouth as I lavish his cock with licks as he cums for me. I feel ecstatic pleasing him like this.
“Fuck, Elizabeth. I need more of you!” Pulling me up he shoves his tongue in my mouth fiercely and I suck on it needing to fill myself with him somehow.
He wraps me in his arms and carries me to the bed with his still hard erection against me. Setting my feet down and pulling off my dress he throws it to the floor then takes a handful of my breasts, kneading them and devouring my mouth while my nipples are between his fingers, pulling and flicking them.
“Take your hair down. I want to feel it on my skin, baby.” I love it when he commands me with that husky sexy voice of his.
I pull out the pins and drop them to the floor, swinging my hair free. Marco takes a hand full and rubs his face in it, breathing deeply.
“Sooooo good...,”
Pushing me back on the bed with my legs hanging off the edge he pulls me down so my ass is at the edge. Shoving my legs open and holding them wide he kneels down and buries his face there, savagely lapping up my juices. Now it’s his turn to take what he wants.
“Yes, Marco!” My fingernails are digging in to the bed and I know if it was his skin I would draw blood.
We are not going to make love, we’re going to fuck like animals in heat, primal and primitive. Our need blinding us where all we can see and feel is lust.
His tongue is fucking me with such ferocity, circling and sucking my clit. I’m riding his face needing more, pulling it hard against my pussy. Pushing me up the bed, he’s on top of me rubbing himself along my wet folds, stopping to tease my clit with it. I wrap myself around him, my throbbing clit screaming for friction, my pussy grabbing emptiness searching for his cock.
“Please, Marco, I want you inside me.”
“Fuck, Elizabeth!” and he plunges all the way in filling me instantly.
“Yes, Marco, more, hard...”
He begins to thrust in and out, my legs wrapped around his waist, slow, hard and deep. Grinding against me, circling my hips on him, I push back against him.
His tongue is mimicking his thrusts in my mouth as his fingers are teasing my nipple, pinching and twisting it. He’s thrusting hard and deep as my nails scratch up his back, pulling a deep moan from him. Our bodies separate as we fuck and we both look down to watch him moving in and out of me. I grind into him watching our pelvises dance and rock together. The sight of our hips slamming into each other is so sexy and so erotic it intensifies our movements heightening our passion. He can feel my walls clenching him, grasping his cock and he flips me over rough and demanding. Lying on my stomach he spreads my legs and lowers his body to mine as my ass rises slightly to meet him. He pounds deeply into me pushing against my cervix. His hand comes down my stomach to my clit possessing it and I begin that leap over the edge. He thrusts and flicks and it feels so good. I feel it building and spread my legs wider wanting him deeper. Lifting us both, pulling my ass in the air, he gives me just what I need. He runs his hand through my juices around his cock sliding in and out of me with a wet finger now making circles around my other hole.
“I want this too, Elizabeth. I want all of you.” The sound of his voice is full of hot need.
“Oh, God, Marco,” I moan into the bed.
His thrusts deepen and become faster.
“Yes, yes, yes, Marco!” I slam back on him fucking him hard, exploding, pulling the orgasm from him at the same time.
“Oh, God, Elizabeth!” Buried in to his balls, he grinds into me as his fingers tighten on my clit. It’s so much, too much stimulation and I can’t control the force of my orgasm, everything is pulsing and throbbing, grasping and sucking as I shatter, my body vibrating in its tremors.
“Yes, yes, yes!!!!!”
I rub myself onto his fingers and his throbbing cock inside of me riding the wave of sensations. It’s glorious, our bodies taking from the other, sucking the other dry to satisfy our hunger.
We collapse on the bed, still joined by our throbbing sexes.
“Jesus, Elizabeth...,” he’s panting hard against my neck.
“Wow...,” I breathe out heavily.
“You’re like a drug, Elizabeth, and I can’t get enough of you, I want more.” Our bodies are rubbing against each other, he’s holding me tight stroking his face against me, as we move together still in the throes of our lingering passion.
I don’t know what to say. The words ‘take it all’ are on my lips begging to come out but I can’t say them. The storm I know will come has invaded our intimacy bringing its dark clouds with it. It’s time for me to stop putting things off and do what I should have done a long time ago. Before it’s too late.
I turn in his arms and pull him close to me, my lips softly touching his.
“Thank you for tonight. Everything was amazing.”
“Anything for you, baby. You were so intoxicating at the show, Elizabeth. I was completely captivated watching your face.”
“Marco, what you made me experience tonight was truly unbelievable. I was soaring through the stars, a high I’ve never experienced before. It was absolutely amazing.” My smile is so big I feel I’m going to burst.
He nuzzles his face in my hair holding me tighter.
“I am so glad. I told you, all I want to do is bring you pleasure, the most you’ve ever had. And it’s only the beginning, Elizabeth, there’s so much more to come.”
“You have, by far, gone beyond that.” The joy I’m feeling is overflowing as I cover him in tiny bites and kisses. But those storm clouds are pulling me back, keeping me from basking completely in this afterglow. I try very carefully to keep everything in the now with Marco, staying in the moment. I don’t make any references to tomorrow or any promises, I don’t let myself expect any and I don’t give any. This moment right now is all that matters. Promises or tomorrow will only ruin it.
He leans back laughing at me, searching my face.
“Do you have plans tomorrow?”
“No...”
“Do you just want to hang out with me?”
That sounds funny coming from him but perfect as well.
“Absolutey.” Please, just a little more time of happiness. Please, I silently beg.
I’m standing in a very large room filled with people dressed in medieval clothing and there’s a huge fireplace, big enough for 4 men to stand erect in, with a blazing fire burning. It’s a royal court and I’m me but not in this body. Everyone is elegantly dressed and as my focus turns I see at the far end a raised platform with two large chairs, I presume they are the thrones and in one sits a strikingly handsome dark haired man with a crown resting elegantly on top of his head. He is the king and seated on the floor in front of him is a beautiful young blonde woman, the king’s footholder. He looks down to her with affection in his eyes and his mouth moves as he’s saying something to her. It’s strange but I don’t hear any voices but I know what’s being said in my head, even with the different voices around me I can sense the buzzing of words. The footholder turns and looks at me and there’s fear in her eyes. He wants her in his bed but she’s afraid of me. Good, he’s my husband. But I know it’s only a matter of time before she ends up in it, just like her, and I turn to find the ravishing redhead that I know has shared my husband’s bed since I conceived our first child. My eyes rest on the striking woman, fire from the top of her head to her feet with gold dripping from around her neck, wrists, fingers and from her ears, the rewards for jobs well done. Her red dress only adds to her fire and I can feel my hate for her flowing through my body. Her green eyes look pityingly at the footholder knowing that the amateur is no match to her womanly skills. My husband the king looks fondly towards me and raises his hand calling me to him and I must oblige, he wants to be surrounded by all his whores. I know he loves me and I am above all of his other women, I’m the queen and I have the crown to prove it, but the snide looks and quietly whispered insults behind my back as I walk by still hurt none the less. After three children I am still beautiful and my body has evolved into a voluptuous beauty, evident in my purple gown as my white cream breasts move, wanting to spill out of their confinement. I take my seat next to my king looking at him and I can’t help but still feel the love I have for him. I am to his right and to his left stand his knights, all except one, my lover. He’s asked for someone to fetch him as the king wants his whole court with him.
I love him too, passionately, wildly, as a woman not a queen. And he takes me as a woman, hard and rough with a burning fire, and then other times he adores and worships me calling me his only queen. I came to him first not being able to resist him, the hunger pulled me to him and he tried to resist, tried to stay loyal to his king but he loved me as well. I find him in the stairs going to our tower and he pushes me down lifting my skirts and takes me like an animal from behind on the cold hard stones and I cry out in my passion for him never getting enough because he holds a part of himself from me and it breaks my heart. The last image I have is of me standing alone in the early morning twilight on a muddy road looking out in the distance waiting for my knight who I know will never return.
I have had this dream many times and I know now that Marco is my king, he always has been I just had never known the man until now but I’ve always known that my lover, my knight, my warrior was Santino. We have all lived before, together in another time.
“Mmmmmm,” sleep begins to lift from me replaced with need as the sun caresses our skin with the lingering feelings of my dream still warming me. Marco’s fingers are teasing me and tantalizing me awake. One nipple is being plucked by his lips and two fingers inside me have worked me into a heated frenzy. My back to his front, his hard-on wedged between my dampened thighs as he’s sliding it through my clenched thighs. I reach down and stroke the head wet with his pre-cum and my desire as his cock jumps at my touch. Feeling my orgasm wanting release, I guide him inside me while his hand pushes down on my mound bringing us closer together. His thrusts hit that magic spot and I still as my walls clench tightening around him. His rhythm is slow, pulling out then pushing in deep. Putting my hand over his, he slides both of our hands to my clit, taking my finger with his, circling it, teasing it back and forth. Lowering our hands, fingers scissored, I slide his cock between them feeling it moving in and out of me. The small gesture is so erotic and intimate I feel both of us react to it.
“Oh, God, baby,” he murmurs deeply against my back as I feel the vibrations of his voice echo inside of me.
I’m about to fall head first down that orgasmic precipice. Pushing both of the heels of our palms down on my clit, I tumble and it’s glorious. I feel his cock harden as he thrusts deeper, stilling, burying himself, pressing me hard against him. And his long, deep growl vibrates against me.
I love morning sex.
“What would you like for breakfast, baby?” he asks quietly moments later, nuzzling my neck.
“You know, I usually don’t eat breakfast but for some reason I’m famished, Marco,” I tease him.
He laughs, “I am too. I think we’d better get some nourishment in us, we might need it later for energy.”
We’re at the breakfast bar, he’s sitting down having his coffee in his divine self in those lovely boxers, me leaning into him between his legs holding my tea dressed in a cami and shorts. He’s stroking my legs, his smile is so relaxed.
“I’ll cook. I did learn a few things at that diner as a kid.”
“Really? Even better.” Thank God, I am definitely not the greatest cook.
He stands and goes to the fridge as I take his place on the chair. He’s a wonderful sight moving around the kitchen looking right at home. His natural confidence is truly a ray of sunshine flowing brightly from him and it warms me making me smile.
“Well, it looks like all we have is breakfast stuff,” he turns grinning at me. “What do you eat, Elizabeth? We should go to the store later. If we don’t we might starve.”
I lower my head laughing in playful embarrassment. “I know, it’s so sad. Usually I’ll just have a salad of some kind when I get home. You know, just me and all. I don’t usually have dinner parties, Mr. Kastanopoulis.”
He laughs as I watch him take out the pans, eggs, spinach, pan spray and some spices. There are some whole wheat wraps he finds in the pantry as well.
“You know, I don’t know much about you, Elizabeth. You’re very private,” he asks as he turns the stove on to sauté the spinach.
I turn my face to look away and try not to let my walls close in on me. “Well, there isn’t too much to tell.”
“You have so many fantastic pictures of your family. I hope you don’t mind I was looking at them.” He’s fishing for information but he’s being very polite about it.
“No, not at all.” I smile more to myself thinking back on those moments in the photographs. “Yeah, we were very close...” My mind visits more than just the places but the closeness as well that was lived in those pictures and I turn to look at him. He’s whisking the eggs and glances at me waiting to see if I’ll continue, giving me some space.
“I am the youngest of five children,” I begin. “My parents had an international grocery store in Westchester County in New York where I grew up. Both of my parents are deceased now.” It still hurts to say that, more than I ever would have realized.
He’s still quiet and I’m not quite sure he’s satisfied with just my life blurb, not that there’s anything very exciting about my ‘so-called life’. So, I continue. He deserves at least that much.
“Like your parents, mine worked themselves almost to death. Neither of them graduated from high school, I don’t even know if my mother attended high school, but they were the poster children of the American dream. Work hard and you’ll make it. My parents really didn’t participate in our lives while we were growing up because they were always working, they were the best, absolutely amazing. To this day my brother’s friends talk about how much they loved my mother.”
I pause and he’s still silent waiting for me continue.
“I didn’t really care for school. My brother and sister were popular, I was well known, likeable but not well liked. I don’t know if I developed the bitch persona because of that or because I was a bitch was the reason I wasn’t well liked. Anyway, I graduated high school early and moved to the city to start my life. A year later I got a job with the designer. Sometime after that, I started to live the city life, you know, probably like you. My parents had retired down here by that time. Then a few years later the company began restructuring and people were being fired on their lunch hour. It was summertime so I decided to leave and take the summer off and do what young people do in New York. My parents kept asking me to come down here and help them with a business they had bought. I, of course, refused so they sent my brother to come and get me. I cried the whole way down. But I realize now it was for the best looking back. And here I am.” I raise my hands in finality.
He turns to me with two mouthwatering plates of spinach egg wraps and two bottles of water.
“I’m sorry to hear about your parents. It sounds like you loved them very much.”
And it’s true, no matter how old you are when both of your parents are gone you can’t help but feel like an orphan. There is so much sincerity in his face I can’t look at him because of the lump in my throat. He deserves so much more but that’s all I can give him right now.
“Thank you. And this smells wonderful, thank you again.”
He leans in to kiss me tenderly. “You are welcome.”
We eat in silence making those eyes like ‘This is so wonderful’ moaning in satisfaction.
When we’re done and sitting back content, he looks mischievously at me and says, “Well, Elizabeth I think we need a shower,” and swoops me up over his shoulder. Peals of laughter echo through the apartment as I’m pretending to protest the whole way to the bathroom, kicking my feet and screaming. Turning the water on with me still over his shoulder he puts us both in, clothes and all, while the water is still cold.
After the shower we sit on the couch relaxing, I’m in a robe, he’s in a towel. His head is lying on my lap as I’m playing with his beautiful damp hair.
“I’ve called Joe to come and get me.”
“Ok.” My heart drops but I try to keep the hurt from showing on my face. I should have known, shouldn’t have gotten caught up in silly ideas of romance and hearts and flowers. It serves me right, though. I wasn’t supposed to be doing this in the first place. I’ve learned that lesson too well already so I guess it’s payback time. “Well then, you should get up and get dressed.” There’s a slight bitterness in my voice even though I try to make light of it.
“I can’t go walking around in those clothes all day, baby.” He says noticing my tone and I can see the surprise on his face.
I laugh, relief flooding me, but I’m still feeling guarded. I shouldn’t just trust, shouldn’t just open myself up, kicking the door open and say, ‘Common in.’ I did that before and it got kicked in, smashed, and left me lying on the ground beaten and I’m still trying to clean up the mess. Besides, I can’t open it, no matter if he’s banging on that door demanding to be let in or not. What have I gotten us into?
“No, that would look a bit out of place. They have a saying down here, ‘Dirty Stay Out’. I think that ensemble would definitely fit that category, regardless of how amazing you look in it.” I joke, trying to make it seem like I don’t care one way or the other.
“So, I thought I’d go and change and come back and pick you up. Does that sound alright?” He notices that I’ve withdrawn and he tries to soothe me. Guilt stabs me but my defenses are already up. He doesn’t owe me anything, we haven’t made any promises to each other and I have none to give. We’re just having sex, no more, no less.
“Great. It will give me time to get dressed and get some things done.”
“Good,” he says smiling. His phone beeps so he takes it out to check it. “He’s here, baby,” pulling my head down, he places a light kiss on my lips then heads into the bedroom to get dressed.
My head falls back on the couch and I try to calm the mixed emotions swirling inside of me. “Shit, just relax.”
He comes out dressed and I walk him to the door as he wraps his arms around me, kissing me deeply. Looking into my eyes he says reassuringly, “I’ll see you in about an hour.”
“Alright, see you then.” And I watch him walk out, holding his jacket over his shoulder as my heart cracks just a little. Why do I feel so vulnerable right now?
An hour later I’m dressed in skinny jeans and a black thermal. My iPod is on the dock and Meg Myers’ Desire begins her seduction. I’m lying on the couch as I get lost in the words. My fingers begin to tease my breasts as an ache grows deep in my loins. I scrape a fingernail over the seam on my sex and unbutton my jeans, arching my back. Sliding one hand down my pants, the other up my shirt cupping my breast, my body starts to writhe. What has Marco done to me, I want him inside me now, I’m on fire.
I don’t hear the door open while I’m lost in my world. He’s on me. His hands slide down mine inside my pants mixing with my finger in my sex while his other is twisting my nipples but I still don’t open my eyes.
“Take me now, Marco, please...,” I moan.
He pulls my shirt up, pulls down one cup of my bra and greedily pulls the hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing the point with his tongue as his hands are jerking my pants down. Positioned between my legs he begins to slowly slide into me. His teeth bite my lip as his tongue flicks the captive skin. His thrusts are slow and shallow moving his hips up, rubbing my clit as he enters. Biting my jaw and licking my neck, his mouth consumes me, finally coming down on mine and slowly caressing my tongue with his.
